by Richard Subber | Apr 14, 2026 | My poetry, Poetry, Reviews of other poets
I welcome the time…
I decided to entertain myself at breakfast in the Linden Ponds Café
by doing this little re-write
of Robert Frost’s memorable poem, “A Time to Talk.”
I kept his rhythm and rhyme, I made the text a bit smoother,
I think I preserved his earthy friendly tone.
A Time to Talk, Rick’s version
When a friend calls down to me from the road
and slows his horse to just a walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
on all the hills I haven’t hoed,
and shout from where I am: “What is it?”
I know to welcome time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
blade-end up and five feet tall,
I start to climb to the old stone wall
for a friendly visit.
February 3, 2025
Hingham, MA
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Frost’s original version, it’s in the public domain:
A Time to Talk
Robert Frost (1874-1963)
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
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Book review: An Empire on the Edge
by Nick Bunker
The British wanted to win
the Revolutionary War,
but they had good reasons
for not trying too hard…
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by Richard Subber | Apr 9, 2026 | Joys of reading, Language, Reviews of other poets
I’m open to being tantalized…
“We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men”
from “The Hollow Men,” 1925, by T. S. Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965)
American-British writer, popularly acclaimed as a great poet of the 20th century
At long last, I’ve tried T. S. Eliot’s poetry.
I respectfully think that T. S. Eliot’s poetry is a bloomin’ wasteland…
Maybe I’ll put Collected Poems of T. S. Eliot back on the shelf, and try again after a while.
Maybe not.
It’s not that I mind Eliot’s deliberate contradictions so much. I’m willing to be provoked. I’m open to being tantalized. I’m ready to be pushed or pulled outside my comfort zone.
The sticky point for me, with Eliot’s poetry, is that I never seem to get to the point, or maybe I simply don’t get the point. When I get to the end of one of his longish poems, I’m really not sure where I started, or where I wandered, or where I arrived.
I find little coherence in Eliot’s words and phrases and passages.
I think of myself as a wordsmith, and I love the beauty of elegant phrases and shimmering, specific, steely, selective, stately, splendid words that tell a delicious story or evoke a bloom of emotion.
For my taste, T. S. Eliot’s poetry isn’t tasty, and it’s a bloomin’ wasteland of jumbled words, fractured images, and unfinished imaginations.
If you’re wondering where all the flowers have gone, don’t look for answers in Eliot’s work.
Source: T. S. Eliot, Collected Poems of T. S. Eliot (New York: Harcourt, Brace & Company, 1958), 101.
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“Fishering,” by Brian Doyle
…what meets the eye…
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by Richard Subber | Mar 26, 2026 | Poetry, Reviews of other poets
No ring to grab here…
Book review:
Almost Complete Poems
by Stanley Moss (1925-2024)
New York: Seven Stories Press, 2016
Almost Complete Poems represents much of the life work of poet Stanley Moss.
The poems appear to be sincere babble. Moss is literate but undisciplined. The poems lack coherence.
It’s not my life’s work to read them.
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Book review: “Bartleby, the Scrivener”
Loneliness beyond understanding…
by Herman Melville
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by Richard Subber | Mar 21, 2026 | Reflections, Reviews of other poets, Tidbits
no surprise here…
“Now and then it’s good to pause
in our pursuit of happiness
and just be happy.”
Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
French poet
All you need to do with this one is nod your head and say “Yeah, I need to do that more.”
Ring the bell that’s in your hand.
Sing the song that’s in your head.
[Thanks to my trusted personal advisor for this one]
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Book review: Shawshank Redemption
A world I do not want to know…
by Stephen King
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by Richard Subber | Mar 12, 2026 | Language, Reviews of other poets, Tidbits
not the best, but…
“…the mad wind’s night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.”
from “The Snow-Storm” (1841) by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
in Vol. 1 of American Poetry: The Nineteenth Century
Generally Emerson’s poetry isn’t the best of the best,
in my mind,
but he does put some of the best words
in the best order sometimes.
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“The beginning is always today.”
(quote, Mary Shelley)
so get started…
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by Richard Subber | Feb 3, 2026 | Book reviews, Books, Poetry, Reviews of other poets
without a lot of passion
Book review:
A Shropshire Lad
by A. E. Housman (1859-1936)
New York: Dover Publications, Inc., 1990
51 pages
reprint of the “Authorized Edition 1924”
Alfred Edward Housman embraced the late 19th poetry style of relentless rhyming,
which limits word choice and the scope of imagery.
His narratives are very simply credible without a lot of passion. It’s too easy to let a singsong rhythm be the main feature of verse after verse after verse. A lot of his poetry is written in iambic tetrameter.
Housman’s A Shropshire Lad does offer some paths to reflections, as in Section II, which is an
acceptance of the reality of the seasons, and acceptance of the reality of the rhythms in our lives,
and a recognition of natural beauty that surrounds us:
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
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Book review: The Scarlet Letter
the beating hearts…by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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